I have some contract work to catch up on, so I took a flex day today. But it’s so beautiful outside – could spring be here? – and I have new records to listen to, and a good book to read, and I might not get anything done.
From Out Stealing Horses by Per Petterson:
It may be all very well in Dickens, but when you read Dickens you’re reading a long ballad from a vanished world, where everything has to come together in the end like an equation, where the balance of what was once disturbed must be restored so that the gods can smile again. A consolation, maybe, or a protest against a world gone off the rails, but it is not like that any more, my world is not like that, and I have never gone along with those who believe our lives are goverened by fate. They whine, they wash their hands and crave pity. I believe we shape our lives ourselves, at any rate I have shaped mine, for what it’s worth, and I take complete responsibility.
It’s funny that, after my mini rant a few weeks ago about people contacting me through social networking sites, I’ve made contact with a few of the people from college that I really think fondly of. I haven’t self-censored my profile (or this site, for that matter); I’m comfortable with the life I’ve made for myself.
